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Palma de Mallorca

My Erasmus girlfriends and I have a bit of a tradition: we like going on trips for our birthdays.

For my last birthday we all met up in Amsterdam and the year before we went to Krakow. And now that we don’t live under the same roof anymore, it’s even more crucial to plan holidays where we can catch up, overdose on coffee and check off another place on our bucket lists.

Somehow it came up that we go to Palma de Mallorca for Nina‘s birthday. Palma was never on my must-visit list, but it should have been.

By going in the spring, we avoided the hoards of rowdy summer crowds and were able to admire the beauty of this Balearic island at leisure. Inspiring architecture, buzzing squares, delicious food, sea breeze and the company of my two darling friends: how was I not supposed to fall in love with Mallorca?

Before we get ahead of ourselves, the first order of business in Palma was celebrating Nina’s birthday. And then we hit the streets and gladly got lost in them.

The four-day weekend flew away in the blink of an eye. And seems like all we did was wander the streets, sit in squares, sip on coffee, listen to music and talk about anything and everything under the sun. Oh did I mention, it was rather sunny as well (for most part).